Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.